His eyes fluttered open gently, like a hesitant sunrise breaking through the morning mist. They blinked continuously, adjusting to the soft light in the room.
I reached for his hand, our fingers interlocking, and a tender smile slowly graced his face.
I peered into those once-cold, now weary, blue eyes, and an involuntary tear traced its path down my cheek. A smile of relief tugged at my lips. He was okay. He woke up. My heart rejoiced.
His hand brushed away my tears, and I held onto it against my cheek, whispering, "Hi."
"Hello," he replied, his voice a low, velvety melody.
"How are you? Does anything hurt?" I asked with genuine concern.
"I'm not entirely sure if I'm okay, but I'm certainly not complaining. This is the best way to wake up," he teased with a smirk.
"I'm serious. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but I'm starting to feel a little hurt that you don't believe me." He raised an arm to his chest, feigning injury.
I smiled gently. He was definitely okay.
"I think you're still dreaming. Wake up, sleepyhead!" I teased.
He chuckled softly. "I'm not dreaming. I'm right here."
Extending his hand, he said, "Help me up."
Carefully, I arranged the pillows to support his head and assisted him in sitting up.
We sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company.
Finally, I broke the silence. "You know, it's kind of funny how I suddenly reconnected with my childhood friend, someone I hadn't seen for so long, and all it took was a couple of conversations for me to decide to marry him."
He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "I know, right? It's like something out of a fairytale."
He reached out and took my hand, his touch reassuring. "I have no intention of letting you go. Ever."
Returning his smile, I leaned in to kiss him.
YOU ARE READING
I AM IN LOVE WITH THE DEVIL HIMSELF
Lãng mạn"You resemble her so much. You have her eyes, her hair, her nose, ah, and even that beautiful curve of her eyebrows," he slurred. The way he emphasized "her eyebrows" sent shivers down my spine. To my horror, he produced a razor.
